“Police insisted there was nothing they could do.”
For them to have said otherwise would have been “racist” and “Islamophobic.” British officials sacrificed their nation’s girls, and hence their nation’s future, for fear of professional difficulties coming from the nation’s Left. The British Left has destroyed Britain, and will likely be rewarded with the Prime Minister’s chair for doing so. Theresa May’s “Conservative” government is, of course, completely sold out to the Left as it is, but its successor will be even worse.
Britain is, as everyone knows, finished.
“Picked off by a paedophile gang, plied with drink, repeatedly raped and pregnant by 14: Victim of Rotherham child abuse ringleader reveals social workers and police did nothing despite knowing about her ordeal,” by Sammy Woodhouse, The Mail On Sunday, April 7, 2018:
…After all, I was just 15 years old. I had no idea that the man I thought I loved – 25-year-old Arshid ‘Ash’ Hussain, known as Mad Ash – was in fact a paedophile, a ringleader in one of the country’s biggest and most notorious child abuse scandals.
He had been grooming me for sex for two years.
But lying on the clifftop that day, terrified and humiliated, it was the final straw.
At least 1,400 children, most of them white girls, were subjected to sexual exploitation in Rotherham, South Yorkshire, between 1997 and 2013.
Children as young as 11 were raped by multiple abusers, abducted, trafficked to other cities in England, beaten and intimidated by gangs of predominantly British Pakistani men.
I was one of those children.
Ash had been grooming me personally, and through his associates, since I was 14 and his hold on me was so complete that, despite his cruelty, I foolishly believed we were in love.
He would give me drink and drugs, rape and beat me, hold a gun to my head, and taunt me by having sex with other teenage girls.
The relationship devastated my family, caused my behaviour to spiral out of control and ultimately ended in me being taken into care, ostensibly for my own safety.
But most shocking of all, throughout everything, the police and social services knew what was going on.
The care authorities wrote detailed reports about Ash but did nothing to stop him. I’d been catastrophically let down by the very people who should have protected me….
Dad had heard rumours I was hanging out with older guys, involved in drugs and crime.
He reported it to South Yorkshire Police, but they told him it was just a family dispute between an errant teenage girl and her parents, and there was no evidence of any wrongdoing.
My dad was really angry and couldn’t understand how the onus was on me, a naive and impressionable 14-year-old schoolgirl, to complain about the company I was keeping.
His gut was telling him something wasn’t right and I was in danger….
In February 2000, my GP informed social services that I was 14 and the father of my child was 24 and ‘on a probation order’.
Yet, incredibly, my social services file notes that ‘there does not appear to be a role for SS [social services] at this time’.
I was hiding the pregnancy at home, and our rows were becoming terrible. My parents wouldn’t get off my case.
Ash, too, was becoming more violent and possessive.
On one occasion, after he saw me talking to a boy from school, he smashed my head on the dashboard and called me a ‘white whore’.
When I threatened to leave, he vowed to kill my family….
Many years later when, eventually, I got hold of my file, a large section was completely blacked out, marked ‘CONFIDENTIAL’….
My parents called the police every time I went out.
Dad even made an 11-page statement and gave the police my diary, which contained loads of detail about my sexual relationship with Ash.
I was just 14, remember, yet every time my desperate parents approached the authorities, the response was the same: there’s nothing we can do if Sammy is not prepared to put in a complaint herself.
I understood very well by now that Ash had friends in the police and, when officers saw us together in Ash’s car, nobody stopped us. Or if they did, they’d just chat to Ash….
My social worker, Margaret Brown, wrote in her notes that I was seeing Ash ‘willingly’ and told my parents that the social services department had no power to prevent contact between us.
With the knowledge of the social services, my foster carers allowed my relationship with Ash to continue as long as I was home by 10pm and didn’t skip school.
Quickly, I became pregnant again.
Around this time there were about 20 girls from my school year who were involved with older Pakistani men, many of them among Ash’s circle of friends and associates.
Later, I would read minutes from a Rotherham Council strategy meeting about my case.
Sexual exploitation was discussed but, astonishingly, police said they had ‘no formal evidence or allegations regarding Ash’….
A restraining order made no difference. Ash would sit outside my flat in his car day and night, music blaring, while the police insisted there was nothing they could do….